Patrick couldn't move. He didn't want to move for the night. In fact he was more than happy to stay where he was, enjoying the pounding that kept the sensations trickling through his body until Marcus was coming inside him.
He smiled up at his lover. "No bitching, and you did everything. I was lying back, thinking of England." He reached out and took hold of Marcus' arm so he could pull him closer.
"Come here and stop being so groggy for at least another ten minutes. I'm still not thinking." Possibly he could go from not thinking to sleeping. "We have to do this more often," he added.